A Message to My Future Kids...

I was just thinking about this dumb old blog and how the theory in practice is that this information, these words, will be archived permanently on the interwebz somewhere.

For. Ev. Er.

And. Ever.

Amen.

And how my kids, when and if I have them, will be able to look back on this and see who I was and what I was talking about, before they were ever born.

What a strange experience that must be. My dad never kept journals or anything like that. The small clues I have about him, before I was born, comes from pictures and stories that the family tells. An oral history.

But my kids can come here and read as much or as little as they want to, diving deeper and deeper into my personality, if they so choose.

I wonder if I'll tell them that this material is all here.
Or will it be such common knowledge that they won't even care anymore.
Will I even keep this thing, then?

I dunno.

It'll be interesting to see how this all shakes out.

Mr.B

PS. Kids, if I did have you and you are reading this, ignore all the times that Dad says, "Fuck" in this thing. It's rude and innapropriate when I do and it's like 10,000 times worse when YOU guys do it. Listen to old-me on this one. Young-me is a bit of a jerk.

Also, brush your teeth. It's more important than you know.

Also, Do your homework.

Also, Didn't Daddy look handsome when he had (some) hair?

Also, Daddy was not and is not gay. Uncle Mark just likes to throw that around, because he wants to make whoopee with Daddy. Just ignore that stuff.